Referring to the unfortunately unhappy effect of a naively hopeful but clueless misapplication, to the eye lashes, of cosmetic instruments.

After what seemed like hours, Melanie emerged from the bathroom, clutching her treasury of cosmetics in her gold-clipped komodo-dragon bag close to her breasts, as if in triumph. But so mascary was that face, as of a baleful Moon of Hecate, that Helmut clutched his belly and his mouth, and poor Benjamin swooned into the lap of Natasha -- ironically the last thing that Melanie could have wanted.